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September 30, 2024

Dustin carefully looked at the box, and after making sure there was no special mark on it, he looked at Margaret and asked blankly: "Did you guess? Or can you see what's inside?"

"Of course I guessed. I don't have a perspective eye, so how could I see it?" Margaret rolled her eyes.

"Awesome, I'm convinced!" Dustin gave a thumbs up.

Just by guessing, she could know the ins and outs of the matter. He was ashamed of his intelligence.

"So, is it really a strengthening potion?" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect that she really guessed it.

"Here, take a look for yourself."

Dustin did not explain, but directly opened the box and clearly displayed the two tubes of red and blue potions inside.

"Oh? It turned out to be the S-level potion of the Temple of the Gods. They really value you!" Margaret took a closer look and was quite surprised.

The Pantheon's strengthening potions are divided into five levels, from bottom to top, namely D-level, C-level, B-level, A-level, and the highest S-level.

With each level increase, the value and effect of the potion will increase tenfold.

For example, only the main god and core personnel above the main god level are eligible to use the S-level strengthening potion.

Now the Pantheon has actually sent two tubes of S-level strengthening potions to Dustin, which shows how much they value it.

"It is important, but there are also troubles. Look, I just drank a bottle of poison." Dustin shrugged.

"Poison?" Margaret frowned: "What poison? Can it be cured?"

"I have already digested it, not even a residue is left. Don't forget, I have a physique that is immune to all poisons." Dustin smiled slightly.

Except for the ten major poisons, other poisons have no effect on him. The body can metabolize them. If they are a little bit stronger, they can be solved by washing with Xuanqing Zhenqi.

"It's good that you're fine."

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, and then said seriously: "I know what you think, but I still want to remind you that your own safety is the most important, and you must not take risks."

Although Dustin's strength is good, there are many strong people in the Temple of the Gods. Once his identity is exposed and he is plotted against, his life may be in danger.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements. I won't do anything I'm not sure of." Dustin nodded slightly.

"Just know it in your mind." Margaret said no more, but asked: "What do you plan to do with these two tubes of strengthening potions?"

"Of course, leave it to you for research." Dustin said seriously: "The strengthening potion of the Temple of the Gods has always been ahead of the world. If the secret can be cracked, I believe it will be a great help to Dragonmarsh."

In terms of genetic research, Dragonmarsh lags far behind the Western world, and he also hopes to take this opportunity to allow Dragonmarsh to catch up faster in this field.

"These two tubes of potion are very precious, do you really want to contribute them?"

Margaret said seriously: "If you drink them, the champion of this martial arts competition will be you!"

Dustin and Tyler Juding are tied for first place on the Tianjiao Genius list. No one can be sure who is stronger between the two.

If Dustin drinks these two tubes of strengthening potion, then the chance of winning will be greatly improved.

In public and private, she hopes Dustin can win.

"Drinking the strengthening potion may increase my strength, but it has little effect on me."

Dustin said lightly: "And if I drink this thing, I will have a dependent mentality. I don't want to lose my fighting spirit because of two tubes of potion."

The cultivation of warriors is improved bit by bit through their own efforts.

The process of becoming stronger is to temper the body and temper the state of mind.

The two need to complement each other and are indispensable.

On the other hand, the strengthening potion studied by the Western world can improve strength in a short period of time, but it has certain disadvantages.

First, if strength is obtained too easily, people will become dependent and will no longer be diligent in cultivation.

Secondly, the power suddenly obtained is not so easy to control, and it may not be noticed when dealing with ordinary warriors.

But when facing a real master, this kind of power that cannot be accurately controlled will reveal a huge flaw, thus putting oneself in danger.

For Dustin, this kind of strengthening potion is not necessary on one hand, and on the other hand, it is also somewhat disdainful.

Can a strong man who relies on potions to improve still be called a strong man?

If so, Father Adam, who is known as Angel Dust, would not be blasted into slag by him.

"Since you have already made a plan, I will not persuade you anymore. I thank you on behalf of Dragonmarsh. If there is a qualitative improvement in the field of genes, you will be the first hero!" Margaret said seriously.

Whether it is the assassin with the ability to transform into a beast that was captured before, or the strengthening potion sent by the Temple of the Gods this time, they are all extremely important treasures for the research department of Dragonmarsh.

If the research is done properly, decades of detours can be avoided.

Therefore, Dustin's contribution is crucial.

"Don't be so serious, just think of it as a small gift from me. If you have any benefits in the future, just don't forget me." Dustin smiled.

Although he has no idea of ​​sacrificing his life for the country, it is still okay to do something for the country within his ability.

Being in Dragonmarsh and growing up in Dragonmarsh, he can't just watch the invasion of external forces and do nothing, right?

If that happens, he will look down on himself. - Ton

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